133: The Raven - explain xkcd 133: The Raven [ edit ] Explanation The comic's title is a reference to the well-known poem The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe , one of the most popular pieces of poetry in the English language. The comic quotes the first eight lines of the work, in which the poetic persona perceives a strange knocking on his door in the middle of the night. Unlike the original, the comic reveals the nocturnal visitor to be the rapper Eminem . This unexpected turn reflects the ambiguity of the verb "to rap" in English. According to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary , the word was used in the original sense of "to strike" as early as the 14th century. The meaning of the word was later extended to "talking freely and frankly". In this purport, it was especially employed by the Black rights movement during the 1960s (cp. for example the nom de guerre of H. Rap Brown ). The hip-hop subculture, which had its roots in the aforementioned movement, finally adopted the term in the sense of "rhythmic speaking or chanting". Today, the word is almost exclusively used with the latter meaning.

It is thus implied that the poetic persona in the comic hears Eminem performing a rap song, rather than someone knocking on the door as in the original. Note also that rap music is usually considered fairly aggressive, which seems to contradict the poem's description of a "gentle" sound. Beyond a linguistic interpretation of the comic, it may be added that rap music and poetry bear a lot of similarities: Some of the more advanced rap lyrics feature classical stylistic devices like alliterations or inline rhymes as well as a more or less complex metrical structure. The meter of a classical poem, on the other hand, gives the piece a distinct, almost musical rhythm, albeit it is not accompanied by any instruments. Nerdcore rapper MC Lars has recorded a rap version of the poem (with some additional lyrics and modern references added) called 'Mr. Raven', which can be heard here . (For a comparison between the verbal capabilities of Edgar Allan Poe and Eminem, see this article .) "The Raven" is heavily referenced in popular culture. Interestingly enough, the webcomic Dinosaur Comics had a reference to Edgar Allan Poe three weeks before the xkcd comic was published. There is also a Penny Arcade version of the "Raven" trope.

The title text, besides defending the graphic style of the drawing, also lampshades at the somewhat peculiar taste of fashion found in the hip-hop subculture. In the picture, Eminem wears a sleeveless hoodie. While the aesthetic value of such garment might be disputed, it certainly defeats the purpose of keeping its bearer warm. Discussion Rikthoff ( talk ) Date is definitely incorrect. Could someone fix that? I must admit curiosity as to how you equated "rapping on a door" with "rape". "Rapping" as used in the poem means exactly what it says; to tap on the door. Electric doorbells didn't exist in the 1800s and people would announce their presence at your door by knocking (rapping) on it. It has nothing to do with rape. Agreed, and fixed. The original posting made the incorrect association of rapping (to knock or strike) with rape (originally to sieze or carry away, in addition to its more contemporary meaning) which was incorrectly described as "too force open"... but that's the nature of wikis: we all can post, and we all can correct. Thanks for pointing it out.

-- IronyChef ( talk ) 14:26, 14 August 2012 (UTC) Should it be mentioned that the actual poem says "as of someone gently rapping" rather than "as if"? -- 141.101.104.25 22:33, 21 February 2015 (UTC) I was about to say the same thing. A rare, uncorrected Randall error probably bears comment. 108.162.237.175 Is there any possible connection between the fact that in the original it was a raven, and now it's a white rapper, instead of a black one?

108.162.218.118 05:17, 12 May 2016 (UTC) The Raven - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" - Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice: Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more." Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.

"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, "Nevermore." Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never - nevermore'." But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at

 ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore: Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore - Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting - "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore! The Raven Edgar Allan Poe.

The Raven Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten. - ppt download Download Presentation is loading. Please wait. The Raven Edgar Allan Poe. The Raven Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten. Published by Thomas Montgomery Modified over 3 years ago Embed Similar presentations More Presentation on theme: "The Raven Edgar Allan Poe. The Raven Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten."— Presentation transcript: 1 The Raven Edgar Allan Poe 2 The Raven Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more,' Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!' This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more!' 3 This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp- light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp- light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore - Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting - `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore!

4 Edgar Allan Poe (January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849 )Edgar Allan Poe Edgar Allan Poe was an American author, poet, editor and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre, Poe was one of the earliest American practitioners of the short story and is considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre.Romantic Movementmysterymacabredetective fiction He was born as Edgar Poe in Boston, Massachusetts; he was orphaned young when his mother died shortly after his father abandoned the family.BostonMassachusetts His publishing career began humbly, with an anonymous collection of poems, Tamerlane and Other Poems (1827), credited only to "a Bostonian".Tamerlane and Other Poems next several years working for literary journals and periodicals, becoming known for his own style of literary criticism. His work forced him to move among several cities, including Baltimore, Philadelphia, and New York City. In Baltimore in 1835, he married Virginia Clemm, his 13-year-old cousin.

In January 1845 Poe published his poem, "The Raven", to instant success.BaltimorePhiladelphiaNew York CityVirginia ClemmThe Raven 5 Unable to support himself, on May 27, 1827, Poe enlisted in the United States Army as a private.United States Army Using the name "Edgar A. Perry", he claimed he was 22 years old even though he was 18. He first served at Fort Independence in Boston Harbor for five dollars a month.That same year, he released his first book, a 40-page collection of poetry, Tamerlane and Other Poems, attributed with the byline "by a Bostonian". Fort IndependenceBoston HarborTamerlane and Other Poems He left for New York in February 1831, and released a third volume of poems, simply titled Poems. The book was financed with help from his fellow cadets at West Point, many of whom donated 75 cents to the cause, raising a total of $170. They may have been expecting verses similar to the satirical ones Poe had been writing about commanding officers.

He returned to Baltimore, to his aunt, brother and cousin, in March His elder brother Henry, who had been in ill health in part due to problems with alcoholism, died on August 1, After his brother's death, Poe began more earnest attempts to start his career as a writer. He chose a difficult time in American publishing to do so. He was the first well-known American to try to live by writing alone and was hampered by the lack of an international copyright law. Publishers often pirated copies of British works rather than paying for new work by Americans.internationalcopyright On October 3, 1849, Poe was found on the streets of Baltimore delirious, "in great distress, and... in need of immediate assistance", according to the man who found him, Joseph W. Walker. Some sources say Poe's final words were "Lord help my poor soul."[69] All medical records, including his death certificate, have been lost.[70] Newspapers at the time reported Poe's death as "congestion of the brain" or "cerebral inflammation.[69][70] 6 The Raven "The Raven" is a narrative poem by American writer Edgar Allan Poe.

First published in January 1845, the poem is often noted for its musicality, stylized language, and supernatural atmosphere. It tells of a talking raven's mysterious visit to a distraught lover, tracing the man's slow fall into madness. The lover, often identified as being a student, is lamenting the loss of his love, Lenore. Sitting on a bust of Pallas, the raven seems to further instigate his distress with its constant repetition of the word "Nevermore". The poem makes use of a number of folk and classical reference.narrative poemEdgar Allan PoesupernaturaltalkingravenPallasfolkclassical "The Raven" was first attributed to Poe in print in the New York Evening Mirror on January 29, Its publication made Poe widely popular in his lifetime, although it did not bring him much financial success.

Soon reprinted, parodied, and illustrated, critical opinion is divided as to the poem's status, but it nevertheless remains one of the most famous poems ever written.New York Evening Mirrorparodied 7 Synopsis "The Raven" follows an unnamed narrator on a night in December who sits reading "forgotten lore" as a way to forget the loss of his love, Lenore. A "rapping at [his] chamber door reveals nothing, but excites his soul to "burning". A similar rapping, slightly louder, is heard at his window. When he goes to investigate, a raven steps into his chamber. Paying no attention to the man, the raven perches on a bustof Pallas above the door.bustPallas Amused by the raven's comically serious disposition, the man asks that the bird tell him its name. The raven's only answer is "Nevermore".The narrator is surprised that the raven can talk, though at this point it has said nothing further. Even so, the narrator pulls his chair directly in front of the raven, determined to learn more about it. He thinks for a moment in silence, and his mind wanders back to his lost Lenore.

He thinks the air grows denser and feels the presence of angels, and wonders if God is sending him a sign that he is to forget Lenore. The bird again replies in the negative, suggesting that he can never be free of his memories. The narrator becomes angry, calling the raven a "thing of evil" and a "prophet".prophet 8 Analysis Poe wrote the poem as a narrative, without intentionally creating an allegory or falling into didacticism. The main theme of the poem is one of undying devotion.The narrator experiences a perverse conflict between desire to forget and desire to remember. He seems to get some pleasure from focusing on loss. The narrator assumes that the word "Nevermore" is the raven's "only stock and store", and, yet, he continues to ask it questions, knowing what the answer will be. His questions, then, are purposely self- deprecating and further incite his feelings of loss.allegorydidacticismperverse conflict Poe leaves it unclear if the raven actually knows what it is saying or if it really intends to cause a reaction in the poem's narrator.

The narrator begins as "weak and weary," becomes regretful and grief-stricken, before passing into a frenzy and, finally, madness. Christopher F. S. Maligec suggests the poem is a type of elegiac paraclausithyron, an ancient Greek and Roman poetic form consisting of the lament of an excluded, locked-out lover at the sealed door of his beloved.elegiacparaclausithyron 9 The symbolism of the physical location of the Raven, on top of the "pallid bust of Pallas" and above the "chamber door" must be noted. Since the bird has been associated with death and evil in the poem, his location suggests that these forces have overpowered wisdom, as represented by Pallas. The speaker can not escape his condition because his wisdom and its ability to produce rational behavior have been overpowered by his emotional response to Lenore's death. Since the symbolic Raven and bust of Pallas preside over the door, the entrance and exit to the speaker's "chamber" or residence, the speaker has no escape from the situation. One may note that the word "chamber" calls to mind the chambers of the heart, legendarily the residence of emotional love.

So the speaker, it seems, will never emerge above his depression over the loss of his love, Lenore; his ability to be reasonable will always be overshadowed by his thoughts of Lenore's death. His "soul" will "nevermore" feel happiness. 10 Allusions Poe says that the narrator is a young scholar. Though this is not explicitly stated in the poem, it is mentioned in "The Philosophy of Composition". It is also suggested by the narrator reading books of "lore" as well as by the bust of Pallas Athena, goddess of wisdom.scholar He is reading "many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore".Similar to the studies suggested in Poe's short story "Ligeia", this lore may be about the occult or black magic. This is also emphasized in the author's choice to set the poem in December, a month which is traditionally associated with the forces of darkness. The use of the raven – the "devil bird" – also suggests this.

This devil image is emphasized by the narrator's belief that the raven is "from the Night's Plutonian shore", or a messenger from the afterlife, referring to Pluto, the Roman god of the underworld (also known as Dis Pater in Roman mythology).Ligeiaoccultblack magicPlutoRoman godunderworldDis PaterRoman mythology 11 Poe may also have been drawing upon various references to ravens in mythology and folklore. In Norse mythology, Odin possessed two ravens named Huginn and Muninn, representing thought and memory.According to Hebrew folklore, Noah sends a white raven to check conditions while on the ark. It learns that the floodwaters are beginning to dissipate, but it does not immediately return with the news. It is punished by being turned black and being forced to feed on carrion forever. In Ovid's Metamorphoses, a raven also begins as white before Apollo punishes it by turning it black for delivering a message of a lover's unfaithfulness.

The raven's role as a messenger in Poe's poem may draw from those stories.mythologyfolkloreNorse mythologyOdinHuginn and MuninnHebrewNoaharkcarrionOvidMetamorphosesApollo Poe also mentions the Balm of Gilead, a reference to the Book of Jeremiah (8:22) in the Bible: "Is there no balm in Gilead; is there no physician there? why then is not the health of the daughter of my people recovered?" In that context, the Balm of Gilead is a resin used for medicinal purposes (suggesting, perhaps, that the narrator needs to be healed after the loss of Lenore). He also refers to "Aidenn", another word for the Garden of Eden, though Poe uses it to ask if Lenore has been accepted into Heaven.Balm of GileadBook of JeremiahresinGarden of EdenHeaven 12 Poetic structure The poem is made up of 18 stanzas of six lines each. Generally, the meter is trochaic octameter – eight trochaic feet per line, each foot having one stressed syllable followed by one unstressed syllable.

The first line, for example (with / representing stressed syllables and x representing unstressed).stanzastrochaic octameter Edgar Allan Poe, however, claimed the poem was a combination of octameter acatalectic, heptameter catalectic, and tetrameter catalectic. The rhyme scheme is ABCBBB, or AA,B,CC,CB,B,B when accounting for internal rhyme. In every stanza, the 'B' lines rhyme with the word 'nevermore' and are catalectic, placing extra emphasis on the final syllable. The poem also makes heavy use of alliteration ("Doubting, dreaming dreams..."). 20th century American poet Daniel Hoffman suggested that the poem's structure and meter is so formulaic that it is artificial, though its mesmeric quality overrides that.octameteracatalecticheptametercatalectictetrameterrhyme schemeinternal rhymealliterationDaniel Hoffman Poe based the structure of "The Raven" on the complicated rhyme and rhythm of Elizabeth Barrett's poem "Lady Geraldine's Courtship".

Poe had reviewed Barrett's work in the January 1845 issue of the Broadway Journal and said that "her poetic inspiration is the highest – we can conceive of nothing more august. Her sense of Art is pure in itself."As is typical with Poe, his review also criticizes her lack of originality and what he considers the repetitive nature of some of her poetry.About "Lady Geraldine's Courtship", he said "I have never read a poem combining so much of the fiercest passion with so much of the most delicate imagination."Elizabeth Barrett'sBroadway Journal 13 Publication history Poe first brought "The Raven" to his friend and former employer George Rex Graham of Graham's Magazine in Philadelphia. Graham declined the poem, which may not have been in its final version, though he gave Poe $15 as charity.Poe then sold the poem to The American Review, which paid him $9 for it, and printed "The Raven" in its February 1845 issue under the pseudonym "Quarles", a reference to the English poet Francis Quarles.The poem's first publication with Poe's name was in the Evening Mirror on January 29, 1845, as an "advance copy".

Nathaniel Parker Willis, editor of the Mirror, introduced it as "unsurpassed in English poetry for subtle conception, masterly ingenuity of versification, and consistent, sustaining of imaginative lift... It will stick to the memory of everybody who reads it.George Rex GrahamGraham's MagazineThe American ReviewFrancis QuarlesNathaniel Parker Willis The immediate success of "The Raven" prompted Wiley and Putnam to publish a collection of Poe's prose called Tales in June 1845; it was his first book in five years. They also published a collection of his poetry called The Raven and Other Poems on November 19 by Wiley and Putnam which included a dedication to Barrett as "the Noblest of her Sex". The small volume, his first book of poetry in 14 years, was 100 pages and sold for 31 cents.Wiley and Putnam 14 Illustrators Later publications of "The Raven" included artwork by well-known illustrators.

Notably, in 1858 "The Raven" appeared in a British Poe anthology with illustrations by John Tenniel, the Alice in Wonderland illustrator (The Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe: With Original Memoir, London: Sampson Low). "The Raven" was published independently with lavish woodcuts by Gustave Doré in 1884 (New York: Harper & Brothers). Doré died before its publication.[38] In 1875, a French edition with English and French text, Le Corbeau, was published with lithographs by Édouard Manet and translation by the Symbolist Stéphane Mallarmé.

Many 20th-century artists and contemporary illustrators created artworks and illustrations based on "The Raven", including Edmund Dulac, István Orosz, and Ryan Price.John TennielAlice in WonderlandwoodcutsGustave Doré[38]lithographsÉdouard ManetSymbolistStéphane MallarméEdmund DulacIstván Orosz 15 Composition Poe capitalized on the success of "The Raven" by following it up with his essay "The Philosophy of Composition" (1846), in which he detailed the poem's creation. His description of its writing is probably exaggerated, though the essay serves as an important overview of Poe's literary theory. He explains that every component of the poem is based on logic: the raven enters the chamber to avoid a storm (the "midnight dreary" in the "bleak December"), and its perch on a pallid white bust was to create visual contrast against the dark black bird. No aspect of the poem was an accident, he claims, but is based on total control by the author.

Even the term "Nevermore", he says, is used because of the effect created by the long vowel sounds (though Poe may have been inspired to use the word by the works of Lord Byron or Henry Wadsworth Longfellow).The Philosophy of Compositionliterary theoryLord ByronHenry Wadsworth Longfellow 16 Poe had experimented with the long o sound throughout many other poems: "no more" in "Silence", "evermore" in "The Conqueror Worm".The topic itself, Poe says, was chosen because "the death... of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world." Told from "the lips... of a bereaved lover" is best suited to achieve the desired effect. Beyond the poetics of it, the lost Lenore may have been inspired by events in Poe's own life as well, either to the early loss of his mother, Eliza Poe, or the long illness endured by his wife, Virginia. Ultimately, Poe considered "The Raven" an experiment to "suit at once the popular and critical taste", accessible to both the mainstream and high literary worlds. It is unknown how long Poe worked on "The Raven"; speculation ranges from a single day to ten years.

Poe recited a poem believed to be an early version with an alternate ending of "The Raven" in 1843 in Saratoga, New York.An early draft may have featured an owl.SilenceThe Conqueror WormEliza PoeVirginiaSaratoga 17 Critical reception In part due to its dual printing, "The Raven" made Edgar Allan Poe a household name almost immediately, and turned Poe into a national celebrity. Readers began to identify poem with poet, earning Poe the nickname "The Raven". The poem was soon widely reprinted, imitated, and parodied. Though it made Poe popular in his day, it did not bring him significant financial success. As he later lamented, "I have made no money. I am as poor now as ever I was in my life – except in hope, which is by no means bankable"parodied The New World said, "Everyone reads the Poem and praises it... justly, we think, for it seems to us full of originality and power." The Pennsylvania Inquirer reprinted it with the heading "A Beautiful Poem".

Elizabeth Barrett wrote to Poe, "Your 'Raven' has produced a sensation, a fit o' horror, here in England. Some of my friends are taken by the fear of it and some by the music. I hear of persons haunted by 'Nevermore'."The Pennsylvania Inquirer 18 Poe's popularity resulted in invitations to recite "The Raven" and to lecture – in public and at private social gatherings. At one literary salon, a guest noted, "to hear [Poe] repeat the Raven... is an event in one's life." It was recalled by someone who experienced it, "He would turn down the lamps till the room was almost dark, then standing in the center of the apartment he would recite... in the most melodious of voices... So marvelous was his power as a reader that the auditors would be afraid to draw breath lest the enchanted spell be broken." Parodies sprung up especially in Boston, New York, and Philadelphiasalon "The Raven" was praised by fellow writers William Gilmore Simms and Margaret Fuller,[56] though it was denounced by William Butler Yeats, who called it "insincere and vulgar... its execution a rhythmical trick".

Transcendentalist Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "I see nothing in it." A critic for the Southern Quarterly Review wrote in July 1848 that the poem was ruined by "a wild and unbridled extravagance" and that minor things like a rapping at the door and a fluttering curtain would only affect "a child who had been frightened to the verge of idiocy by terrible ghost stories". An anonymous writer going by the pseudonym "Outis" suggested in the Evening Mirrorthat "The Raven" was plagiarized from a poem called "The Bird of the Dream" by an unnamed author.William Gilmore SimmsMargaret Fuller[56]William Butler YeatsTranscendentalistRalph Waldo EmersonEvening Mirrorplagiarized 19 The writer showed 18 similarities between the poems and was made as a response to Poe's accusations of plagiarism against Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. It has been suggested Outis was really Cornelius Conway Felton, if not Poe himself.

After Poe's death, his friend Thomas Holley Chivers said "The Raven" was plagiarized from one of his poems.In particular, he claimed to have been the inspiration for the meter of the poem as well as the refrain "nevermore".Henry Wadsworth LongfellowCornelius Conway FeltonThomas Holley Chivers 20 "The Raven" has influenced many modern works, including Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita in 1955, Bernard Malamud's "The Jewbird" in 1963 and Ray Bradbury's "The Parrot Who Knew Papa" in The poem is additionally referenced throughout popular culture in films, television, music, and video games.Vladimir Nabokov'sLolitaBernard Malamud'sThe JewbirdRay Bradbury'sreferenced throughout popular culture Assonance and Consonance Assonance and Consonance Donate Assonance is the repetition of rhyming vowel sounds inside the lines of a poem. "Twinkling twilight meets twice at the edge of night"( Long i) Don't confuse Assonance with Alliteration.

The "Tw" in twinkling, twilight, and twice are Alliteration because these sounds are at the beginning of the words. Consonance is the repetition of consonant sounds either inside the lines of a poem or at the end of a line. "Norm, the worm, took the garden by a storm this morn." * LEARNING TIP!* In Latin, "sonus" means sound. That's where we get the words: sonar (what bats and submarines use to navigate); and sonic booms which are loud sounds emitted by jets or other machines that create loud noises. Have you ever head your windows rattle after a jet flies overhead in the sky? In Spanish, the word "sound" is "sonido". These words are related. So, now you know why assonance and consonance mean some kind of sound!

Vowels are: a, e, i, o, u and sometimes "y" which can be a long "i" sound as in "my" or long "e" as in "jelly" Examples of Assonance and Consonance in the following poem: " The Raven" (Edgar Allen Poe) Once upon a midnight dreary While I pondered weak and weary Over many a curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping As if someone gently rapping, rapping At my chamber door Tis a visitor, I muttered, Only this, and nothing more. Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allen Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; but we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. ELEGY An Elegy is a poem laments the death of a person. It expresses sadness and sorrow. During the 16th, 17th, and 18th Centuries, poets were paid to write elegies for wealthy patrons. Famous British poets who wrote elegies are: John Donne, John Milton, Sir Thomas Brown, George Herbert (religious poet), Lord Byron, and of course, William Shakespeare. Elegies are still written and read in modern times. Most notably, elegies are written to pay tribute to people who have died in the line of duty such as police officers, soldiers, and firefighters. Elegies are also written for men and women who have served humanity in other roles such as presidents, senators, volunteers, and doctors. Elegies have also been written for chidren.

Anne Bradstreet, an early American colonist (1612-1683), wrote an elegy to her grandchild who perished in a housefire: "In Memory of my Dear Grandchild Elizabeth Bradstreet, Who Deceased August, 1665 Being a Year and a Half Old Upon the Burning of Our House, July 10th, 1666." The poem "Annabelle Lee" is an elegy. Poe wrote it to express his grief and sorrow after his young wife died after catching a "chill" or cold when they were out by the sea. Poe and Annabelle shared a love that was more than love-meaning that no one could be happier than they. This made the angels in heaven jealous. So they sent out a "chill" to kill his beloved. Edgar Allen Poe | Fleda Brown Edgar Allen Poe Edgar Allen Poe November 2010 Hello, again Aaron. I don’t know about you,but I get lines of poetry that spring up from somewhere in me at the oddest times, and they often don’t have anything to do with what’s going on.

Sometimes I think I’m just adding a kind of musical accompaniment to my life. What came to me recently was a poem by Edgar Allen Poe, the first poem I was ever asked to memorize in school. Which just goes to show how LONG memory can last, when it’s attached to a strong rhythm. The poem is Annabel Lee, and it starts out like this: It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea: But we loved with a love that was more than love – I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her high-born kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. And so on.

You’ve got all the great elements of tragedy there—love, loss, death—but what makes the poem stick with me is not its plot. The plot’s, well, pretty trite. But the sounds of it are incredibly seductive—a very strong ballad meter, 4 stresses, then 3, but with an added 4 and 3 in each stanza. There’s the strong end-rhyme, the repetition of phrases, too, that adds to the incancatory quality. You and I were talking about Walt Whitman recently. Here’s what Whitman had to say about Poe: Poe’s verses illustrate an intense faculty for technical and abstract beauty, with the rhyming art to excess, an incorrigible propensity toward nocturnal themes, a demoniac undertone behind every page. … There is an indescribable magnetism about the poet’s life and reminiscences, as well as the poems. Many people, when they think of Poe—that demonic undertone, the darkness in the work, they think of his short stories—The Black Cat, Masque of the Red Death, The Fall of the House of Usher, The Gold Bug, Murders in the Rue Morgue.

Poe maybe best known for these—and he’s considered by many the inventor of detective fiction, and probably even science fiction. He lived from 1809 to 1849, in the middle of what’s generally called the Romantic movement in American literature. And of course Poe’s life itself was full of the wild throes of romance—he married his 16 year old cousin, he drank, he was an opium addict, he was interested in all sorts of aracane fields, like cosmology and cryptography (looking for secret codes and hidden information in writing). Even his death prompted romantic gestures: For more than 60 years after Poe’s death, an unknown person visited his grave in Baltimore and made a toast of cognac and left three roses on the grave. But I don’t need to spend time on all this well-known information. Let’s look some more at the poems.

Let’s look at his best known poem, “The Raven,” which I’ll bet both of us can quote at least some: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore– While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “‘Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door– Only this and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;–vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow–sorrow for the lost Lenore– For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore– Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me–filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating “‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door– Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; This it is and nothing more.” Well, and as we know, it goes on with essentially the same plot of lost love, overwhelming grief, and so on. But it is such a gorgeous bit of language, isn’t it? Listen to just one line: And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain— He’s repeated the “s” sound—silken, sad, uncertain, rustling—and then the repetition morphs into the rhyming of uncertain and curtain, so that one set of repeated sounds leads into the next, in one line. It’s as if a hypnotist stood over us—I can almost feel my eyes get heavy. And I haven’t even said anything about the rhythm of the line—of the whole poem. It’s trochaic octameter (although Poe said it was a combination of some other variations).

Trochaic octameter just means there are eight trochees—stressed, then unstressed syllables. Listen—I’ll exaggerate the first two lines of the poem: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore– That’s a reverse from our more typical unstressed and then stressed language—the kind that Shakespeare uses in his sonnets, for example. It feels to me plodding and darker, and certainly his images are dark! It’s set in December, the raven is a “devil bird,” and the sounds are mournful—all those “o’s”! Here’s one that isn’t dark, but has the same wonderful obsession with sounds—that’s the word I’m looking for—obsession. The language with all its repeats and its heavy meter seems obsessive, and it makes us obsess about it, too. This one is called “The Bells” –I’m only going to give you the first numbered section, but what makes the whole poem for me is one word. Listen and then I’ll tell you which word, if you don’t hear right away: Hear the sledges with the bells – Silver bells!

What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells – From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells It’s “tintinnabulation”—I was amazed to overhear my step-granddaughter, who’s nine,using that word. Her mother had read her the poem. It doesn’t matter what the word means—it just means the ringing of bells—it is ITSELF the ringing of bells, in its sound. Once you get that word in your head, you can’t get it out. You have bells in your belfry. That’s what Poe’s poems do for me—they put bells in my head. And that’s why, even though I’m a terrible memorizer of poems, allthese years since my 9th grade English teacher made me memorize it, I still remember “Annabel Lee.”

Question: The following are the first lines to which well known poem Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary
Answer: The Raven